In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I propose to publish an original poem every day, and, (thankfully for you), some prose by a real poet.

Tuesday

April 1

Ode to National Poetry Month (a couplet)to rhyme one linetakes little time

One Perfect Roseby Dorothy ParkerA single flow'r he sent me, since we met.All tenderly his messenger he chose;Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -One perfect rose.I knew the language of the floweret;'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'Love long has taken for his amuletOne perfect rose.Why is it no one ever sent me yetOne perfect limousine, do you suppose?Ah no, it's always just my luck to getOne perfect rose.